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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
While Ivan's mind was hyper-fixated on the morality and ethics of things, he did realize Caustic had somewhat of a point in the pursuit of science. While Ivan was by no means a political creature or designed with a mentality towards war, he did find it unnecessary to wait until the moment to figure out if something was suitable to use. Now, he still stood by his original explanation, that nobody ought to suffer for another. He did not know Octane but his imagination dreamed up all sorts of creatures and personalities. He had not left a stone unturned on the possibility of someone actually desiring to suffer. That was simply a perversion of the will, and Ivan was careful to not base his thoughts on simple observations and experiences, because that was relative and not the objective truth that he knew now, clear as Caustic's pale yellow gas, was his destiny to pursue, whatever it was.
The lightheadedness was starting to clear up, and he sighed heavily as he leant against Aurum for support. His strange gaze was fixated on Caustic, a renewed sense of purpose. Ivan's eyes narrowed with bitter ambition. He'd wait outside Caustic's door for however long it'd take. He'd show him.
Even if Ivan agreed with Caustic's response, he still had to nitpick it. "I don't think blacksmiths would swing it at a peasant's head, just to make sure it really can work." If Ivan believed in divine figures, he would have said a prayer for the rabbit's soul, but in this case, its suffering was finished. There was nothing to say. "Don't follow me, Aurum." The thin black cat muttered as he abruptly broke away and scurried through the same hole in the fence that he had entered.
The lightheadedness was starting to clear up, and he sighed heavily as he leant against Aurum for support. His strange gaze was fixated on Caustic, a renewed sense of purpose. Ivan's eyes narrowed with bitter ambition. He'd wait outside Caustic's door for however long it'd take. He'd show him.
Even if Ivan agreed with Caustic's response, he still had to nitpick it. "I don't think blacksmiths would swing it at a peasant's head, just to make sure it really can work." If Ivan believed in divine figures, he would have said a prayer for the rabbit's soul, but in this case, its suffering was finished. There was nothing to say. "Don't follow me, Aurum." The thin black cat muttered as he abruptly broke away and scurried through the same hole in the fence that he had entered.